Paris

We are officially here and I have figured out free wifi.  I went to the laundromat with Other Katie :) and two other girls.  I am glad I speak enough French to get by- the four of us figured out the machines.  There was a minor crisis when my washer got stuck shut, and this French woman came and beat the crap out of the door until it opened.  So far, no one in Paris has been horrible, with the exception of the cab driver, who refused to give us a receipt and screamed at us to get out of the cab.  

I slept for nine and a half hours last night, which was glorious, and I could have slept longer, but I felt like laundry and breakfast were more important.  Parisian breakfast would have given Dr. Atkins another heart attack: a small baguette and a croissant with hot chocolate, orange juice, and butter and jam.  

I have gotten shuffled around so much on this trip because some of the people freak out if they don't get to sleep in the same room as their temporary bff's.  I am really tired of the drama.  I love the travel and the cities- especially Barcelona- and what I am learning, but if I had known there would be so much drama and middle-school-type behavior, I would never have come on this trip.